life's a gamble

[wipeawaythedebt]

Booker's not drunk, but he wants to be. Problem is, work's been thin and he's losing more than he's winning these days. He's had streaks like this before, he knows it will get better, he's just lacking the motivation to make it better. To be honest, he's been lacking motivation for much of anything anything since Elizabeth left. Life's blended into dull days and fist-fight filled nights. Probably for the best she left he keeps telling himself, he's no one to be around, but at the same time it's a hole in his life that he misses. There was just something about her, her grit maybe, that stubborn way she digs in right when he thinks she should listen to him.

Damn girl's too smart for her own good.

"Another." He points to his empty glass and tries to tally what he's drinking with what's in his wallet. He should still be good if he nurses this one.

Pretty sure at least.

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"As much as it would any sane person whose body is decently flammable," Faye retorts, standing her ground and rolling her eyes. Yes, the fire has the potential of making things very painful. No, she doesn't think that even someone like Booker has the guts to light her up when they're so close to the public eye. He's an asshole. He's not, as far as Faye can tell, sociopathic.

"But if you're trying to make me quiver in my boots, you'll need something else for that. If you're not sharing the mechanics of it, well. That's your secret to keep," she adds, folding her arms across her chest, her entire stance daring him to come closer still.

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It's a bluff he's willing to call, taking another step closer and using his height to his advantage. He doesn't even know why he's doing it except he's half-way to drunk, pissed off, and looking for someone to push. Maybe she'll push back. But maybe he doesn't even want a fight, hell, he doesn't know. He just knows he's feeling bottled up and ansy, ready to burst and something needs to give soon or he's going to end up on the wrong end of a bar brawl.

[attitude]

There's little that pisses Faye off more than having someone try to intimidate her with size and bulk, and her eyes narrow into dangerous slits as she continues to stand her ground, not even letting up a single step.

"Go ahead," she dares him, not even glancing at the flames close enough to sear the air by her face. "Just try me."

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"I might, but not today."

Dismissing the fire, he smiles like a wolf instead. She seems to have some kind of death wish and that's something he can actually appreciate. God knows, he doesn't take any real concern over his own life these days, but it refreshing to see someone else willing to bait the bear.

[attitude]

"What an asshole," Faye says, rolling her eyes as she stretches her arms up above her head. He's either just trying to come across as intimidating, or he's on the cusp of actually trying a move on her. But if he continues looking at her like that, Faye doesn't think she'll be receptive to either.

She's not in the habit of making assholes feel like they've won a victory.

"What is it that you want, Booker? Other than showing me exactly why Elizabeth would end up tired of you."

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"Maybe that's just it. Just being the horrible, terrible man I am." Taking a step back, he pulls the flask from his jacket and tries to take a pull. Empty. Figures. But it doesn't matter, it's the truth. She left him because he's a bad man, always had been, always will be.

[attitude]

"Yeah, okay. You're gonna get a whole lot of sympathy from me," Faye said sarcastically, watching as Booker stepped back. And, to be honest, there was a wave of relief which washed over her when he did. Shitty though it was to give to a type of intimidation so frequently used by men. "Knowing her, she'd probably take you back if you tried hard enough to change. But we all know how willing most people are to do that."